Poem Category: Australian

crescent
a salmon gulps
what’s left of the moon

to bats
uncounted
figs in the moon

birthday kite
the height
his joy goes

ladder up
to Mum’s attic…
my nearly full youth

holiday resort
my scotch at sunset
dances in the ice

midnight swim
I care little
who I care about

school break
a rest from the leaps
we left in the river

toddler
finger by finger
stars on the pane

Sunrise
unzips
down the hallway

the raked leaves
untidy thoughts early…
our cold white wines